The Vase Mistake
It was an undeniable fact that Father's ancient, Chinese vase that had been in the family for generations was now completely obliterated—by me. There was nothing to be done, and I was the guilty party who suddenly and callously bounced a basketball across the room. Had I not been wearing my new shoes, I may have succeeded in avoiding the vase altogether. But alas, I slipped, and the orange orb turned in the direct path of the vase.
Father was already on his way home, and even if I had time to do something, there was nothing to be done—it was hopeless. The breaks sustained in the crash were so severe, pieces of porcelain not only shattered, but fell into piles of dust on the floor. To my utter misfortune, it was irreparable.
As I heard Father's key turn in the door, I could see the collision between the basketball and the precious family heirloom turning in my head. I witnessed it again in slow motion—the exact moment the two items met. Had a police sketch artist needed to recreate an accurate image of the crime based on my memory alone, I could have perfectly described the first long, crooked crack that traveled outwards from the point of impact.
“Simon?” Father asked, standing there before me with a concerned look painted on his face. The fear and regret I felt must have shone plainly on my face. "Is everything all right?" he asked.
1
Which sentence best describes the plot of the passage?
A.
A boy waits for his father to get home so they can talk.
B.
A boy destroys a family treasure and nervously waits to tell his father.
C.
A boy tries to repair a valuable vase that he caused to break.
D.
A boy gets new shoes and plays basketball in the house.
